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Kylelius walked down the hallway, walking towards the hall where the shouts of murder were shaking at this moment.

Ever since he came into this world, Kylelius has always had an indifferent bystander attitude towards the world, appearing indifferent to anyone. Even his magician Guru Julian is only out of respect for the man who taught him mystical powers and survivability.

The rest of the others are just dispensable NPCs in his eyes. That's why he can be cold-blooded and ruthless at this age, indifferent to life, and so on, the necessary psychological qualities of these elite magicians.

Even with the astonishing enthusiasm he showed to others when he studied magic and magic, he only knew that in such a world, only strength could make him live better here.

His amazing enthusiasm for learning is not to satisfy his curiosity, nor to have a love and pursuit of mystery in his heart, but to gain the strength to survive, to live, just to live better.

And it wasn't until after Lycia's death just now that Kylelius knew what the quiet and welcoming feelings were, the longing that he had never felt before, every time he faced Lycia.

Kyrlius doesn't think it's love, at least not entirely.

To be precise, this indescribable affection is more like a kind of longing, a longing and longing for something that he accidentally found in Lycia that he had not found in himself.

Now Kylelius understands that it is the pursuit of the meaning of his own existence, that is the desire for the meaning of life, and at the same time the longing for Licia who can honestly face his heart, and the longing for this sincere and pure girl.

Therefore, all the girl's requirements, Keerlius will find a way to meet, all the girl's willfulness, he will tolerate without any guilt, all the girl's character, he will accept without reservation, and he will understand everything about the girl.

And this thing that Kylelius has found with great difficulty in the past twenty years, which can be regarded by himself as the meaning of life and kept in his heart, was easily destroyed by such a nameless person who has no sense of existence on such an occasion, and it is so sudden, so merciless.

But when he came to the hall and saw the people in front of him again, who were fighting ugly at this time, he suddenly understood something. He was like an enlightened saint at this time, feeling enlightenment and warning from heaven, or something like that.

In this world, there are all kinds of people, some like Lycia, pure and willing to give, and some people are not as willing to give as Lycia, but they will not choose to plunder others.

However, some people do not give others the opportunity to live well, they do not understand others, they cannot understand the thoughts of kind-hearted people, and even take pleasure in destroying this kindness.

They act recklessly, and at the same time do all kinds of evil, they hurt their compatriots and even blood relatives, and hurt everyone around them for all kinds of selfish desires.

The people in front of them who are killing and dying for reasons they may not even know about themselves are the third kind of people.

Kylelius stood there, looking at their ugliness at this time, and the scene of Lycia's death flashed in his mind, and it instantly stirred up something in his own heart that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

It's like a box full of sin and unknown, and at this moment, a crack is slowly but surely opened.

"Ah..............................h

The agitation of the spiritual world made Kyllius's magic circuit run wildly, and the overflowing emotions stimulated Kyleus's brain, making his professional level unconsciously rise by one level in this ironic situation, becoming a twelfth-level magician.

At the same time, blood-like red tears flowed from Kyleus's eyes, turning into two red streaks that flowed across the priest's face, condensed once more, and dripped onto the floor. He was full of hatred for Sissoko and his men in front of him, and his uncontrollable hatred made him completely unable to suppress his murderous intent towards them.

Kill, at this time, there was only one thought left in the heart of Kyleus. He didn't need any embellishment, just a simple killing intent, killing any creature that stood in his way.

The crazy killing intent made everyone present clearly feel that it was crazy and sad, and the murderous aura that made everyone desperate permeate this square inch.

Both sides involuntarily stopped their movements, as if the life-and-death struggle just now had not happened, and everyone looked at the priest standing there in a daze, as if they had witnessed a demon lord crawling out of the bottom of the abyss, full of despair and fear.

After a while, the entire hall was filled with the killing intent of Kylelius, and everyone was shocked by the sudden horror, and the place fell into an eerie and brief silence.

At this time, the first to react was Earl Stell, although his own strength is not the highest here, but his perennial military career and aristocratic education have fully exercised his psychological quality, and he was the first to wake up from the killing intent of Kyleus.

And when he came to his senses, and saw the demonic appearance of Kyrlius now, he had his first reaction. Without hesitation, he gave an order to the captain of the guard, Rolls Diarra, who was in the battle group: "Rolls, back off!

The Earl's anxious voice woke up Rouse, who was still in a daze, but I don't know if it was because he had just woken up from his trance, he was still a little dazed and didn't understand what the Count meant. He only reflexively turned his head to look at the earl, only to see that the earl's face was full of anxiety at this time, and the panic in his eyes could not be hidden.

When the Earl saw that Rouse was still in an unclear state, he yelled again in anger: "Damn, I asked you to lead someone to retreat and move closer to me, are you deaf? Can't understand human speech? Do you want me to send you back to your mother's belly to learn again? Don't stand there stupidly, carry out orders!" Because of excessive anxiety, the Count blurted out a foul scolding, and finally even used the tone of command in the army that had not been used for many years.